Saturday, April 11, 2009
Where everybody knows your name
Pat and I were driving through our local Starbucks (Loveridge and California) the other day. Upon pulling up to the order window, they already had our standard order up on the screen and all we had to do was laughingly agree that, yes, that was all we wanted. I love this place for the simple fact that they greet my husband by name, though I'm not quite sure how they figured that one out. Yes, they're a big name, and, yes, I'm sure they have been responsible for small mom and pop shops closing when they're commerce moves to the more familiar big name, but they brighten up my evenings and make me feel like I have a name other than mom
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